O' Promises born upon tha whilm o'er tha moment
Wae words tae cause great joy or total torment
For all tha thoughts that enter intae tha brain
May have come frae a lover's lips in utter vain.

An' a man takes a women an he lays her doun
Them both gieing tae each ither tha passions o' tha Flesh and na to soon,
An' a few lovely women shall come tae know
Tha men frae whom their bairnies shall flow.

But a time tae, when many a young blighter shall cry an say
Tha name o' tha Lassie, he shamed yin June's day
Yet ne'er min' ye tha lovers that grew apert
Rather think o' them whaes love shall ne'er depart.